It was my first week from school and obviously the kitchen duties were mine without debate. My mom had made Ugali the previous night and the pot was abit tidious to clean. Listening to the playlist on my phone made it barerable .Minutes away from doing away with the dishes i saw a figure on the balcony from the apartment right opposite ours. A handsome tall ,body built man stood leaning on the grill, he wore a tight maroon sweater and blue jeans pants making a call , i couldnt help but stare.
He looked straight at me, i blushed and smiled a little but he did not smile back. Call me crazy but i found my hand up waving at the perfect stranger, maybe the heavens had finally heard my plea and found me the man of my dreams, but to my dismay he didnt respond to the wave either, it wasnt until then that i realized he couldnt see me. from the sun glare and dust my kitchen window was a perfect stained glassed window.
I was relieved but sad at the same moment, how would we meet?.
It was like he knew what he was doing to me, for everytime i was doing my kitchen duties he would come to his balcony.
He is a clean freak that i knew, I saw him hang his clothes after every two days and it wasn’t wash and wear for they were not the same set every wash, by then i had turned my ass into a perfect stalker.
Two weeks went by, then one day i see him rush into the balcony with a petite girl wearing a shot denim skirt and a white woolen crop top,she was a typical millennial. They kissed for two minutes and started caressing each other, that stung so deep in my heart and my tongue tasted like broken glasses.
I wanted to shout it out “stop, i can see you”,but i couldnt. It didnt even matter because he didnt even know who i was.
I thought to myself how immoral they were , but it was pretty dark outside, only a stalker like me would have seen them. I wasn’t even doing my kitchen duties that night, that specific area in the house was now my safe haven where i went to stare at the stars and think, sometimes even get a glance at my perfect stranger future bae.
They didn’t stop, even with my presence which i knew from the beginning wasn’t a threat. They made love right there on his balcony, the girl whoever had nothing on me, her boobs were so tiny i don’t even think she owns a bra and her booty well not that awesome as mine, i told my self.
Putting my self through the torture of seeing another woman whisk the guy of my dreams and right from under my eyes, at least that was true. I watched them until they were done and as they kissed some more.
They were the first to leave and i was left to collect my broken hopes and a cold sip of mangoe juice, that night i slept knowing that star crossed love is just but fairy tales.
Months went by, i could still see the guy hanging his boxers and laced panties on his hanging line, by now I knew the petite girl was now the girlfriend. One day i saw the girl from the balcony, making a call, it reminded me of the first time i saw the guy of my dreams who was now her man. She wore a baggy grey t-shirt and i could see she had nothing under, her belly was a little protruded. was she pregnant?, she had to be. the last time I saw her, her tummy was a little flat, more flat than mine,something of hers I envied.
I dashed to my room perused through my diary to where I had jotted down information about the fateful night. It was six months later now, she was six months pregnant.
I was well informed about the baby, dates it was concieved, how, where and the excact hour atleast I thought.
Weeks went by, I could no longer see the guy just the girl, at this time I was getting ready to go work somewhere away from home at least with that I would get someone or something else to obsess over.
When I got back after 5 months, the first stop was at my Kitchen window. I peeped but saw an empty balcony, no clothes, no skyplast , no baby clothes, i had expected to see some by now she must have given birth, but it was empty and deserted. I went back from time to time for two weeks and nothing seemed to change. In my head I knew they had moved out to a bigger house, for the baby’s sake.
One day as am defrosting chicken to fry later i saw a figure from the balcony in a maroon sweater and a blue jeans pant, same height and body silhouette, could it be him, what is he doing back here, what did he forget?
Then he turned to face me, it was him,The guy from my Kitchen window. It felt like déjà vu, i lifted my hand to wave knowing he couldn’t see me, but to my surprise he waved back, what was different? how could he see me, then I realized my mom had changed the window panes or cleaned them , he could see me , in a spaghetti top with my perfect boobs cleavage and nipples peeking. For a moment i saw him stare then I realized what had just happened and bent down to hide under my sink, I crawled slowly from the kitchen and went to catch a breath in my room.
I never stayed long in the kitchen anymore,but I saw him from times to times, if he found me in the kitchen he would wave at me or wink, some other times he waved for my mom, we look alike I think he thought it was me, I could hear my mom complain of peeping Tom from the opposite apartments.
So one day am queuing in the supermarket and hear a tap on my shoulder ,when i turned to see who it was, there stood My guy or rather the new dad , the guy from my kitchen window.
“Hi, are you the girl from my balcony?”, he asked straight forwad.
I Knew what he meant, I knew from that moment this would be awkward. Should I ask about his girlfriend?, the mother of his kid, about the kid?or pretend I din’t know what he was talking about?.
“yes its me” ,was what i managed to say. Stupid, stupid me.